Perico y Escama (remix) (feat. JC Reyes y El Patron 970)

Ta-Tales
28, 970
Drippy
I have the phone doing somersaults

I keep weighing grams in the hideout, mom
Pray for me, mom
Because in the street there are no friends, no buddies
All those bitches want me for my fame
Anyone wants my kicks but not my dramas
I don't weigh what a hideout weighs

Free my touches in the slammer
Death to the snitches and - the frogs
I was raised in the jungle, not in Spain
Bitch, parrot and scale
Colombians, Mexicans, and girls
All the junkies call us

If the music doesn't work, it doesn't matter
Because all the junkies call us
And I have your baby who also calls me
Who wants to come to bed with me
Two gals but bounce back
Because losses are part of the game
I don't ask anyone, I don't want anything for free
Everything I want, I work for myself
Really in the streets, brother, it doesn't matter if my songs don't hit
My brother has done 4 and is in the same
Four days after getting out of the slammer
I don't beg anyone, my black, I don't play with my money
And I don't wanna love, I just wanna fuck
Then fuck and goodbye

I keep weighing grams in the hideout, mom
Pray for me, mom
Because in the street there are no friends, no buddies
All those bitches want me for my fame
Anyone wants my kicks but not my dramas
I don't weigh what a hideout weighs

Free my touches in the slammer
Death to the snitches and - the frogs
I was raised in the jungle, not in Spain
Bitch, parrot and scale
Colombians, Mexicans, and girls
All the junkies call us

I keep selling, and counting
The stacks under the bed
Cutting and weighing grams in the hideout
Taking marijuana abroad
If they don't give a saint, I don't invent
And they know I get on it right away
I get down and we empty it at the moment
If the payos come out, we'll be awake
Let's go 250 rolling in the car
With a war weapon
May God bless us from all evil
And the beings that are not on earth
Because this life knows that I grab it
Even if it's so bitchy
I put a 30 comb in my iron
Tell me who clings to poverty
Mom is praying for me
I pay attention to the details
Because I learned this in the street
Work hard so you don't fail
We double, invest
Packing the green valley
In the stash, there are already 200
And the one that can shoot you
Bitch, parrot and scale
Money calls me
Gunshots for all the frogs
I keep weighing grams in the hideout
Turning hours into wool
All the junkies call us

I keep rolling (you)
But I'm still with the same ones, I don't switch sides
Now everyone remembers me, everyone is calling
The one they criticized is now sucking
And those who didn't give me a chance are now dancing
Don't worry, mom, I'm not stealing anymore
She asks for molly at the party (you)
And I'm going to supply her because I have to get her high, I'm ballin'
When I take the cake, I'll share it like Robin
With me, all in 3, I don't usually fail like Kobe
They killed my bro
Death shot and took him away
He's locked up because he paid for it
No one cried for him like his mother

Double R, grr, grrah

Double R
That's the gang
Drippy